| I’m a weaver, a Calton weaver, I’m a rash and a roving blade
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| I’ve got silver in my pockets and I follow the roving trade
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| Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
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| Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O
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| As I went down through Glasgow City, Nancy Whiskey I chanced to smell
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| I went in, sat down beside her, seven long years I loved her well
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| Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
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| Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O
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| The more I kissed her, the more I loved her, the more I kissed her,
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| the more she smiled
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| Soon I forgot my mother’s teaching, Nancy soon had me beguiled
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| Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
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| Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O
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| Now, I rose early in the morning, to slake my thirst, it was my need
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| I tried to rise but I was not able, Nancy had me by the knees
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| Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
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| Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O
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| So I’m going back to the Calton weaving, I’ll surely make them shuttles fly
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| For I’ll make more at the Calton weaving than ever I did in the roving way
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| Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
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| Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O
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| So come all you weavers, you Calton weavers, come all you weavers,
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| where e’er you be Beware of Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey, she’ll ruin you like she ruined me Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy Whiskey
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| Whiskey, Whiskey, Nancy-O |